This was a piece that was worked on during the summer, probably the only one I did. The inspo for it is a fic on ao3 titled Heir to the House of Prince, an amazing HP fanfic that deals with trauma and its effect on people in a way I’ve not really seen before. This fic touches on a myriad of different societal issues alongside the very real threats that Harrison faces. It’s helped me come to a lot of realizations about myself and allowed me to begin working through some of that, and for that I am thankful to the author. There’s a couple quotes from the series that will someday end up as a tattoo. Sokn en þola (fight and endure) and “Do not look for me for I am made of shadows. You shall not see my footsteps.” I don’t think there’s enough words to describe the effect this fic has had on me, and it’s something I come back to to reread parts. It’s got me reading poetry and learning to count to ten in so many different languages. It’s beautiful, truly.
Negahbane Raaz, keep the secrets
